Beauty of the Storm

Tempest seas roll as thick black waves crash with a fierceness only briefly tasted by men adventurous enough to traverse into uncharted territory. Flexing it's muscle a cacophony of sound cackles and reverberates though skies streaked with lightening so magnificent in its flickering dance of barely contained power. Whistles of wind breath eerily though the ominous night sky in a whisper of the haunting performance about to ensue, while like an intimate caress, humidity licks my spine. I drink in the succulent sweetness as warm drops of moisture fall in a melodic patter to the floor and with arms wide open embrace... the beauty of the storm.


- Hurricane Andrew Survivor 1992 Homestead, Fla   

Journey

In Quest
The scopes of our mind reaches farther than what our eyes can see
The dimensions of our hearts desire goes deeper than what can be believed
Spirituality is like the eye of a storm …raging without, yet within it is warm
In spirits we link, like stardust at its birth, a twinkle of life flowing forth
The surface is but a reflection, a glimpse of what may be contained
Only by a loved one can the force of another's emotions be tamed
Through this empire of knowledge, for hope within this endless quest
I offer my shoulder, to pause and take rest.

See Through My Eyes & Smile

Are you sad and feeling lonely?

Borrow my perception for a while

And when you shed a tear,

See through my eyes and smile

Because I have a secret

And it’s beckons at every corner

This secret opens doors

Full of happiness and wonder

I have the key to this secret

If you really wish to know

But If I share with you this secret

Promise not to let it go

This secret is a treasure

And must be treated with much care

Because to find it is to remember

Why it is you’re here

Do you want to know my secret?
You already have the key

The secret love, is life

Now make the turn you wish to see.

That Note

The only peace is in accepting you will never fully understand the unknown… and then accept the unknown.

That Note knows me more than anyone I’ve ever known
It undresses me in a way no one can
And takes root in a place no one else can go.

It doesn’t have to tug, it just is
Like a rooted tree intricately gnarled with my memories
Suspended, I’m pulled toward it entranced

It holds me close and kisses my scars…one by one
Emotions unbarred
In a place where I can be led to the stars

That note gives me something no one else can
It envelops me in truth louder than words, more lasting than you or me
I hear it and I believe

I lay down on my bed of clouds each time as if it were the first
And in patterns ages old this beautiful timeless note caresses my soul
I close my eyes and I know I am home

As my song ends in a melodic sigh
I deny the inevitable for I can’t say goodbye
With opened eyes I look to the sky
A lost child torn from the womb of a lullaby

                      
Where only moments before I was enthralled in its dream
Now walking the cobblestone street of reality
And so I will search for it around every corner- and upon every land

I wont give up that familiar hand of hope
You understand don’t you?
I will even search into your eyes and see if it’s there

And cry for I know… It is a lonely road
Because that note… knows me
More than anyone I’ve ever known
It undresses me in a way no one else can
And takes root in a place no one else can go
It holds me close and kisses my scars
In a place where I can be led to the stars

And … like every other greeting, when I find it I will lay down
On my bed of clouds as if it were the first time
And it will caress my soul
My eyes will rest and then I will know…. I’ve made it home.